Drop of rain..

A petite mirror sits frailly on a petal's lap

napping on soft white parchment padding

having landed on the daisy from a light rain

again birthed from a passing low cloud

renowned is she for her pleasing oval agility

Happily robust and whole for awhile between

green bladed leaves and ochre pollen

when she's on her journey to becoming 

something more in the grand scheme of things
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                         Quivering nervously at first yet supple like mercury

she slides downward into the playground of life

rife with risk of evaporation or changing state

trait borne of hydrogen and oxygen...to meander

rivers or run down a human cheek 

          Imaginary garden  withrealtoads is a fun place to share poetry and Sunday's prompt is 'chained rhyme' poems in which 'rhyming the last syllable of one line to the first syllable of the next' is done..